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DZK - Raptronic Blackout (DZK-Mix)
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #1
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
DZK/Madstylez
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DZK
Uploaded
September 08, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:25
Story behind the song
There is no download option on this song, yet. If you wish, you can purchase Madstylez upcoming Mixtape and support Underground Hip-Hop. http://www.soundclick.com/madstylez This version of the song is the (DZK-Mix). There will be an alternate version on the mixtape. It's almost identical but the beat is slightly different.
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observe the perfect harmonic flow on superb electronics drums poppin, burning optics and you can't stop this jerk from droppin and I don't really mean to preach like a pastor but I beat teachers and slap the masters it's the DZK - bastards Mr. Delta Zeta - Kappa this is the Hip-Hop, the kids are after witness the rapper who pops some tablets of pills and stomps in with an ill-ass swagger, when I walk I stagger and trip like Mick Jagger young Diesel baby, spray the rap nation have the place in flames like gas stations and by my motherf*** in calculations I'ma do numbers like I f*** math equations defy entertainers, defy gravitation by my demonstration of rhyme levitation there aint a guy in the game in the range of it aim ya eyes on the sky like I came from it every line that I made public, they love it and every time that I make somethin, they runnin I stay bumping, but it ain't nothing, hate from it ain't coming, they frontin, I went from eight hundred plays on my page a day to eight a thousand never left the basement of my house and my sound is astounding, gaping mouths are found when I'm around on stage and bouncing with a mic, lay it down like piping, underground the type to take your crown and spike it, when in doubt the cypher I'ma in now, ignites when thunder pounds and lightning's coming out just like it's from a cloud except it's from my writing, shock ya, striking like shoddy spiraling electric wiring the micro-virus in your chest combining with infections, residing in testing islands for the livest nu-clear weapons, interceping any dude who'd ever choose to step in my direction you want a lesson from the best professor? check it, this is my professional assement: the impression my competitors left in my head was never better than the impression their head left in the sediment, restin when I disconnected it from their necks, kid, I wish you'd test it I'm a new breed of emcee, my DNA helix seems mixed, with a creatures genes and I'm fixin to bleed your team until they scream for peace and I'll leave em in pieces, screaming I rip relevant elegant delegate veterans with an incredible indelible etiquette, high-precision, eyes with the vision of a Pelican helicopter in position flying over elephants it's so easy machine gun tongue grillin you with syllables, killing you, run from it, killin you hide from it, killin you, rhyme with it, killing you it don't matter what you do, I'm still killin you no class, white trash gully, black mullet past ugly, hash-puffin, laugh from the gas-huffin, cats punked bad from the rap f*** in Ashton, and that's something half of yall catch, f*** in act up and Andrew Jackson's comin, to slap you often backwards talk'll have you backwards walkin you stack up softer than the mags I'm stocking in the massive stash off in the back of my closet, you should come off it, come to my playground> see-sawin on the skulls of your lame pals see drawin on the walls sayin "stay out" police callin all your moms cuz yer slain now they don't make an able state facility with the ability to take what, Satan's given me I will maim and kill until infinity and spit in the grill of the Holy Trinity I am the heathen released upon civility the reason preachers weep in the vicinity sleek sharpened teeth and an affinity for eatin the organs from the torso of any priest you're on your last leg, I am a centipede I am the future of the industry, if any weak motherf*** er thinks any different, he's been asleep wake the f*** up, it's time for the illest... me
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AlexKKKeller
Nov 06, 2009
The multis in this are nuts.